May 3rd, 2011

All that I cannot give you

A comfort you've known
or a simple night-sound
(to which you've grown accustomed)
The peculiar floor creaking
in rambling from room-to-room
and the plumbing that clamors
at night over a glass of water
There are so many things
I cannot give you, yet
there are a few in me
that I will always